The hero of the Filipinos : $b The story of José Rizal, poet, patriot and martyrRussell, Charles Edward
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The hero of the Filipinos : $b The story of José Rizal, poet, patriot and martyr
Russell, Charles Edward
Rizal, José, 1861-1896
Wednesday he [the governor-general] asked me if I persisted in my
intention of returning to Hong-Kong. I told him “yes.” After some
conversation he said that I had brought political circulars in my
baggage. I replied that I had not. He asked me who was the owner of
the roll of pillows and petates [173] with my baggage. I said that
they belonged to my sister. He told me that because of them he was
going to send me to Fort Santiago. Don Ramón Despujol, his nephew
and aide, took me in one of the palace carriages. At Fort Santiago,
Don Enrique Villamor, the commander, received me. The room assigned
to me was an ordinary chamber. It had a bed, a dozen chairs, a
table, a wash-stand, and a mirror. There were three windows. One,
without bars, looked out on a court; another had bars, and
overlooked the wall and beach; the third served also as a door and
had a padlock. Two artillerymen were on guard as sentinels. These
had orders to fire on any one that tried to make signs from the
beach. I could neither write nor converse with the officer of the
guard.
Don Enrique Villamor, the commander of the fort, gave me books from
the library.
Each day the corporal of the guard proved to be a sergeant. They
cleaned the room every morning. For breakfast, I had coffee with
milk, a roll, and coffee-cake. Luncheon at 12:30 was of four
courses. Dinner was at 8:30 and similar to the luncheon. Commander
Villamor’s orderly waited on me.
On Thursday, the 14th, about 5:30 or 6 P.M., the nephew notified me
that at 10 that night I should sail for Dapitan. I prepared my
baggage, and at 10 was ready, but as no one came to get me, I went
to sleep.
At 12:15, the aide arrived with the same carriage that had brought
me there. By way of Santa Lucia Gate, they took me to the Malecon,
where there were General Ahumada and some other people. Another
aide and two of the Guardia Veterana were awaiting me in a boat.
The Cebu sailed in the morning at 9. They gave me a good
state-room, on the upper deck. Above the doors could be read,
“Chief.” Next my cabin was that of Captain Delgras, who had charge
of the party.
Ten soldiers from each branch of the military service comprised the
expedition. There were artillery, infantry of five regiments,
carbineers, cavalry, and engineers, and the Civil Guard.
We were carrying prisoners, loaded with chains, among whom were a
sergeant and a corporal, both Europeans. The former was to be shot
for having ordered the tying up of his superior officer who had
misbehaved while in Mindanao. The officer, for having let himself
be tied, was dismissed from the service. The soldiers who obeyed
orders, were sentenced to twenty years’ imprisonment.
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